After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 421: Chapter 342: Haven’t you asked me to the point of choking?

Today, the temperature at Mountain Back Village is 22—27°C.

Local firefighters feel the temperature: 35—50°C.

Without fighting fires it’s 35 degrees, fighting fires it’s 50 degrees.

Before the leadership stepped out of the command car, the firefighters had been urged to finish extinguishing the back mountain’s fire as quickly as possible and proceed to the factory area for rescue.

At noon, wearing combat uniforms for 12 kilometers nearly depleted all the moisture in their bodies. Although they had drunk water, after another round of firefighting, some of the soldiers who had felt the urge to urinate now didn’t feel the need to go anymore.

In severe dehydration, one might drink their own urine.

Renal tubular epithelial cells would reclaim the fluid from the tubular fluid, or primitive urine, along with glucose, amino acids, some electrolytes, either partially or fully transferring them into the blood.

This process is called reabsorption.

As a result, the proportion of urea in the urine would become higher, visibly leading to yellow urine.

To be honest if not for knowing where their own fire trucks had drawn water from certain filthy places, they would have already sucked on the water gun’s nozzle for several gulps.

Feeling thoroughly drained, when they entered the factory and building complexes again, it was quite a thrill.

That 4D stereoscopic smell made them involuntarily jerk backwards as they reached the door.

It felt like not only was their body recoiling, but their life’s progress bar as well.

"Ugh...ugh..."

By the wall, they all collapsed in a line, collectively adopting a melancholic pose with one hand braced against the wall. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

The contents of their stomachs, once again, created a stream of loss.

For a second, they collectively imagined the entrance to their village as if food was about to be served.

Luckily, seeing this scene, Fang Huai didn’t plan on making it hard for them. He switched his two-way radio to the logistics channel, pressed the talk button and said, "Director Yang, Director Yang, at the factory area entrance, send some mineral water."

When Fang Huai said this, he was right at the factory entrance, next to them.

That voice was incredibly soothing.

The soldiers turned around with tears brimming in their eyes.

Fang Huai held back his laughter, really wanting to say, "Don’t cry, or you’ll be dehydrated again."

In times of dehydration, one shouldn’t even cry.

But since the leadership was still inside the command car, Old Black, as the Chief of Staff in charge of logistics, cheekily responded:

"What ’Director Yang’? Can’t hear you!"

Fang Huai turned his head and saw Old Black sitting on a pile of mineral water boxes a few dozen meters away, watching him with crossed legs.

A twitch formed at the corner of his mouth. Pressing the button on his two-way radio, he restated:

"...Chief of Staff, Chief of Staff, at the factory entrance, send some mineral water!"

Chief of Staff was indeed a more pleasing title.

Old Black’s legs then smugly jittered as he waved his hand holding the two-way radio towards several members of the Base Logistics Support Group.

The mineral water quickly arrived.

As the soldiers gulped it down, they collectively thanked Elder Fang in their hearts.

Fang Huai had redeemed the merit he had just lost.

The soldiers, after drinking the water, quickly revived their robust spirit, feeling a blissful urge to urinate, and surged back into the factory and building.

Inside the factory, the Second Squadron finally had someone come up with a bright idea.

Hao Chengbin shouted, "Aren’t there trees on the back mountain? Fang Huai said to use local resources! Get someone to chop trees! Make wooden bars and blocks to reinforce the passage!"

Inside, there was silence for a while.

"Damn!"

The voice of Old Cao came through.

"Detachment, Detachment, we need wood inside the factory to strengthen the rescue passage."

No sooner had these words been spoken, someone ran to the command car to knock on the door and notify the leadership inside.

The cheat code was unveiled.

Utilizing processed wood as support was originally arranged by the Director Group, and there was a specially assigned Carpentry Team responsible for it. However, Fang Huai thought that the arrangements were too sloppy upon arriving at the scene, so he suggested withdrawing the Carpentry Team.

Zhang Zhongting considered it and agreed that they should find their own solutions, so he withdrew the pre-processed wood and made it clear that no hints were allowed, forcing them to think for themselves.

As the command car’s door opened and closed, Zhang Zhongting issued orders, and soon, professional carpentry workbenches were moved in front of the factory entrance, with cutting machines ready to be used, too.

Everyone was stunned; just moments ago they had been discussing how to use the existing equipment to support the passage, and now they came out to find a workbench fully equipped with saws, planers, hammers, drills, and other carpentry tools. Seeing Fang Huai finally revealing a smile, it dawned on them.

Man, they realized, everything was prepared in advance, and even the pile of rusty nails they had cleaned up to the side of the entrance was not a trap to pierce their feet, but a tool instead.

If they didn’t figure this out today, even if the rescue was successful, they might still be regarded as fools by the leadership afterwards.

"Damn! You little rascal, why didn’t you make it clear? Why so serious about a drill?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Cao Yi came out and smacked Fang Huai on the chest with a punch, cursing as he did so.

Fang Huai pointed with a half-smile to two large posters on the rooftop, saying, "Shouldn’t I be serious?"

Old Cao looked up, instantly fell silent, patted Fang Huai’s shoulder, and quickly ran over to the command car.

Commanders from various detachments quickly assembled.

Staff were reorganized and carpentry tasks assigned.

Those who could chop trees chopped, those who could saw wood sawed, and those who could draw made drawings.

The military really was a large talent pool; if you seriously searched within a big collective, you would find people who had done all sorts of jobs, especially in firefighting—a truly multifunctional group with many soldiers having life skills maxed out.

Soon, commanders from each Squadron screened their respective personnel and selected about two dozen people. They promptly established a Logging Team and a Carpentry Team, looking quite professional.